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Monday, September 06, 2010
Labor Day. Yeah, that sounds about right.
It may be a holiday here (in the States), but I still have a list of things to do that’s as long as my forearm. Mondays are sort of chore-heavy around here because it’s the day where anything made of fabric is at risk of being tossed into the wash (sheets and towels especially). In addition to that stuff, there’s a short list of things I need to get ready for Rosco’s first day of preschool (tomorrow). We started scrambling around on Saturday to get things together.
The preschool director has commanded No Crocs, please!, so that meant we needed to get Rosco a new pair sneakers. It’d been six months and he was probably due for a new pair, but I would have liked to have spend some more time finding a pair I really like. It’s actually really hard to find decent-looking shoes in his size! He’s in that “preschooler” size range, and a lot of the stuff they have for kids that age have cartoon figures, flashing lights, crazy-ass colors, or other garishness. Because I like things to be plain and to match everything that presents a problem…and it’s why I love his brown Crocs so much.
We went to Nordstrom and the shoes I liked for him didn’t come small enough. The stuff they had in his size was just “eh.” Scott picked these:
They’re alright, I guess, but that blue kills me. It makes me twitchy to think that those are going to have to match khaki bottoms. Anyway. They’ll be okay for six months I guess.
OOOH. SPEAKING OF THAT. Weirdness. That pair of shoes is the same size as the shoes we bought him before the cruise (February). His feet are bigger, most certainly, but both pairs are 11 1/2s. The best I could figure is that his foot is becoming more boxy at the toes, and his previous pair of shoes had a sort of pointy toe box. His big toes were getting mashed up on the sides although the other toes hadn’t reached the ends yet. Makes sense, the more I think about it. His feet are shaped like mine, and I can’t wear pointy shoes comfortably, either.
Next I have to gather together a full change of clothes and send it in in a large plastic zippy bag. The problem will be finding a large plastic zippy bag in this house. Those things disappear like chocolate chip cookies around here, although I *know* there are some jumbo ones around here somewhere. I don’t think a gallon-size bag is what they’re thinking?
Last, we need to send some pictures in for his classroom mailbox and a family portrait for the bulletin board. That required an impromptu photo shoot on our deck. Rosco’s mailbox picture is precious, as expected, and his face is actually washed for once:
We look a little bit motley in the family portrait, but oh well. I don’t think 3- and 4-year-olds are going to be all that discriminating about the fact we’re not dressed in complimentary colors:
I bet you there’ll be a lot of professional portraits on the bulletin board. I don’t really care that ours isn’t going to be one of them. I’m sure that in the future Em will appreciate us not immortalizing her image with expensive prints at a stage where she’s lost most of the hair around her forehead.
Tomorrow will be only a half-day (well, half-day by preschool standards), so Rosco will only be in school for an hour and a half. Hopefully that’ll be just long enough for him to get in the swing of things but not so adjusted that he starts getting too comfortable. When he gets too comfortable he starts running his mouth. Lord only knows what might come out of it.
Labor Day. Yeah, that sounds about right.
It may be a holiday here (in the States), but I still have a list of things to do that’s as long as my forearm. Mondays are sort of chore-heavy around here because it’s the day where anything made of fabric is at risk of being tossed into the wash (sheets and towels especially). In addition to that stuff, there’s a short list of things I need to get ready for Rosco’s first day of preschool (tomorrow). We started scrambling around on Saturday to get things together.
The preschool director has commanded No Crocs, please!, so that meant we needed to get Rosco a new pair sneakers. It’d been six months and he was probably due for a new pair, but I would have liked to have spend some more time finding a pair I really like. It’s actually really hard to find decent-looking shoes in his size! He’s in that “preschooler” size range, and a lot of the stuff they have for kids that age have cartoon figures, flashing lights, crazy-ass colors, or other garishness. Because I like things to be plain and to match everything that presents a problem…and it’s why I love his brown Crocs so much.
We went to Nordstrom and the shoes I liked for him didn’t come small enough. The stuff they had in his size was just “eh.” Scott picked these:
They’re alright, I guess, but that blue kills me. It makes me twitchy to think that those are going to have to match khaki bottoms. Anyway. They’ll be okay for six months I guess.
OOOH. SPEAKING OF THAT. Weirdness. That pair of shoes is the same size as the shoes we bought him before the cruise (February). His feet are bigger, most certainly, but both pairs are 11 1/2s. The best I could figure is that his foot is becoming more boxy at the toes, and his previous pair of shoes had a sort of pointy toe box. His big toes were getting mashed up on the sides although the other toes hadn’t reached the ends yet. Makes sense, the more I think about it. His feet are shaped like mine, and I can’t wear pointy shoes comfortably, either.
Next I have to gather together a full change of clothes and send it in in a large plastic zippy bag. The problem will be finding a large plastic zippy bag in this house. Those things disappear like chocolate chip cookies around here, although I *know* there are some jumbo ones around here somewhere. I don’t think a gallon-size bag is what they’re thinking?
Last, we need to send some pictures in for his classroom mailbox and a family portrait for the bulletin board. That required an impromptu photo shoot on our deck. Rosco’s mailbox picture is precious, as expected, and his face is actually washed for once:
We look a little bit motley in the family portrait, but oh well. I don’t think 3- and 4-year-olds are going to be all that discriminating about the fact we’re not dressed in complimentary colors:
I bet you there’ll be a lot of professional portraits on the bulletin board. I don’t really care that ours isn’t going to be one of them. I’m sure that in the future Em will appreciate us not immortalizing her image with expensive prints at a stage where she’s lost most of the hair around her forehead.
Tomorrow will be only a half-day (well, half-day by preschool standards), so Rosco will only be in school for an hour and a half. Hopefully that’ll be just long enough for him to get in the swing of things but not so adjusted that he starts getting too comfortable. When he gets too comfortable he starts running his mouth. Lord only knows what might come out of it.
Posted by Tiffany on 09/06 at 09:05 AM
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